I had a very brief T dream a couple of weeks ago, not scary in the sense that I was scared OF them, but in the sense that I was scared FOR them - and although it was part of a longer stream-of-consciousness plot-line going on, the only segment I remember is that I was at a resort in the Yucatan Peninsula, and as I walked down the hallway to my room I saw b vaganses scurrying along the baseboards and perching low on the wall, and my thought process was "oh, no, these poor spiders - they're in great danger - they're safe with me, but nobody else will respect them the way I do, and surely the next person that comes along will resort to crushing them underfoot!" At that point the dream morphed into something else, so I don't know what happened to the vunlerable vaganses ...
Sorry for the run-on description, but it was a run-on dream The dream was possessed of great detail, and the vaganses were beautiful (inspired in part by my vagans, which just molted again and is becoming quite the looker!)
I've had two scary T dreams. The first one had to do with one of my OBTs. I was feeding her or trying to change out the water in her dish and she darted up the tweezers and onto my hand. I freaked out and was trying to position myself so that she could climb back into her tank and she reared back and I knew what was coming. She bit my left hand. One fang went into the palm, right below my pinkie finger and the other went *through* my pinkie finger. I felt her release two waves of venom and I looked down and saw blood and venom squirting from my finger.
In another dream, I was going to pull out my Tari, my G. porteri female, to handle her and I tapped my tweezers a few inches in front of her to get her attention. She lunged forward and grabbed them and I freaked out and tried pulling the tweezers away. In doing so, I separated the front part of her body, minus the carapace and rear legsfrom her abdomen. I woke up crying. Not really, but I think I cried in my dream.
Okay despite this thread being in the wrong section, I just woke up from a nap and had one of the worst dreams ever...not even worst T dream, worst of all kinds of dreams! So a little background info so the severity of terribleness of my dream will make sense: So some of you may know from my large number of posts about him, our MM B. albopilosum means everything to me, he's the reason I got into the hobby and he is our one T that I actually love. Like you would love a dog. Anyways, because he is so important to me, we got him a girlfriend back in May (before he matured) so that we could breed him ourselves. I want to preserve him in resin when he dies, and because of that, I didn't want to send him away and then ask for him back, but I also wanted to give him the chance to mate, and I want at least 5 of his offspring. With that all being said, his ladyfriend plays a very important role in our collection. So here's my dream:
Mackenzie got this wonderful idea to put Scrabble (the female albo) in with our H. lividum and H. maculata (I have no idea why, dreams are like that). So then I'm checking on them and our H. mac (who is not full grown in real life, but is in my dream) is EATING Scrabble!!!!!! I got so mad at Mackenzie, I was yelling and screaming, and it was just horrible. You know those dreams where you're crying in your dream and then wake up and you're actually crying for real? Yeah, this was one of those dreams. On the plus side, we got a retic...but it was in a water aquarium...strange.
How about a GOOD T-dream that turned out not to be true? Like me finding my few escapists in a brown paper bag, then waking to find out it didn't actually happen and they are still MIA...
But that was before the sasquatch showed up and started chasing me around on a train. Dreams are weird.
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